"Oh... there's a Silverwing in this time as well."
Evan muttered at the sight, more intrigued than surprised.
It had feathers as white as snow, with silver patterns on its two outstretched wings that were almost a hundred metres in wingspan. Its eyes, sharp and piercing, glared at them with an intensity that matched the gleam of its sharp beak and talons.
It looked at them—no, at Evan—with narrowed eyes, but before it could speak, Jamie dangled a pair of keys in the air.
The metallic jingle echoed through the cavern, drawing the attention of the 'Silverwing', its sharp gaze now on the keys Jamie had gotten from Uvton.
After a glance back at Evan, it seemed to lose interest, lowering itself back to the ground with a slow descent.
It settled once more, folding its wings with a low huff, and within moments, it was asleep again.
"You know that guy?"
